Post by rphoenix on May 22, 2006 5:47:24 GMT -5
It’s a dreary overcast day threatening to rain in the city of Charlotte, North Carolina. I pull into the PCW Headquarters’ parking lot inside my Midnight blue ’92 Dodge Ram. I secure a parking space and park my truck and cease my truck’s engine. I hop out of my truck dressed in a white t-shirt with a black tribal logo visibly on the chest, black loose-fitting denim pants, and black boots. My blue hair drapes over my face with a black bandana tied over my forehead and black shades shielding my eyes. Wearing the shades not because of the sun that’s concealed by the dull grey clouds looming over this city, not because of a fashion statement I could care less about, it’s more like a poker player who’s hiding his facial expressions so only you can ponder a guess as to what frame of mind I’m in. I then head towards the glass sliding doors of the PCW building.
I cross the threshold of the PCW entrance and halt. Where do I go from here? I search with my eyes for some sort of signs to point me in a general direction, however, I don’t see any. I take notice of a massive booth in front of me with a female receptionist dressed in a black dress and wearing a headset. She looks like she’s someone important and so I decide to approach her.
“Hello there, may I help you?” The startled lady asks me.
“I’m looking for the PCW studio, with Adam and Joe.” I tell her, “What floor are they on?”
“Second floor” The lady responds with a smile, trying her best to be positive and genuinely happy.
“Good”, I don’t thank her. Instead my elbow “accidentally” knocks over a Styrofoam cup full of hot coffee. “So Sorry”. The burning liquid surges over various papers and folders which has no meaning to me. She seems distraught but I could care less as I my attention span has exceeded and I move on down the narrow hallway.
With some sort of knowledge of where I’m going I proceed. In my search down a corridor I find the stairs. Forget the elevator as I’m not lazy. However I notice a Dasani vending machine. I have a thing about bottled water, especially Dasani, so I pay the small price to acquire my bottle of water from the machine. As I stand there I unintentionally stare into the reflection off the surface of the vending machine. I swear I just saw my feathery friend fly across the room in the reflection. Yet I turn around but to no avail. I don’t see nor hear a Raven or anybody for that matter.
I journey over to the studio. Inside the studio there is numerous PCW posters of PCW athletes such of stars like Ace Anderson, Lantlas, Pegasus, The UnHoly Alliance, and PCW PPV posters such as Collision Course. There is also a huge backdrop with graffiti like letters spelling out “PCW Newscaster”. A few assortment of executive like chairs surround a table, each chair with an overhead microphone.
Adam Brooks and Joe Sears are getting prepared. I observe through a glass window just on the outside of the studio. One of the employees approaches me. A skinny Caucasian man, wearing white sneakers, blue denim pants, and a black shirt with a PCW employees badge attached to his shirt.
“You must be Rodney Phoenix,” The employee states with confidence.
“No”, I lie to him. In my mind I express amusement with that.
“Oh, sorry my mistake”, The employee seems baffled. He’s expecting me to show yet I tell him I’m not the man he is asking for. Why? I have time to kill.
“The blue hair is very distinctive. Lantlas?”, The employee is now guessing.
“Do I look like an elf? Do you see me standing here in a green robin hood outfit with pointed ears? Do I have a shield and sword proclaiming to be an Elvin warrior?”, I ask him. My face is mostly concealed by my hair so the employee is confused as if I was serious or joking around.
“Well then are you some crazed fan? Should I call security to have you removed from the premises? Unless you have business here I suggest you leave.”, employee express in a aggravated tone. Obviously he is getting annoyed by me.
“I do have business here. My agent, Stan Phifer, he’s the one that arranged for me to come here.” I tell him. Now the man has that puzzled look over his face again. Or is that his angry face I can’t tell now.
“Rodney?” The employee decides to call me like we’re on a first name basis here, what a joke. I’m not his friend nor would I desire to be.
“No.” I’ve decide he isn’t important enough to call me or even say my first name. “You said Rodney Phoenix. I said no. The proper way to address me is Mr. Phoenix. Understand? Good. Alright Frankie?” His employee’s badge shows me his name as David, but I decide to call him Frankie. “So go tell who ever is important here that Mr. Phoenix has arrived.”
“Just have a seat out here, until they introduce you on the show, then you’ll enter through that door”, David or Frankie, who’s exasperated with me, expresses to me while pointing at the door in front of me as it leads into the studio on the other side of the glass window. I just nod in agreement. I open my Dasani water bottle now as I wait impatiently.
Adam and Joe sit in their respective seats, as the radio show is about to commence. Adam sits down overlooking his paperwork out in front of him. He strokes his goatee. He is wearing a black PCW employee t-shirt and casual khaki pants. And Joe, gleaming his smile of his, excited, as the show is about to begin taking his seat. He is wearing blue denim shorts, white PCW t-shirt with a Hawaiian shirt over it, but unbuttoned.
The man in the booth adjacent to Adam and Joe plays the song “Chop Suey” by System of the Down as the show starts.
"Welcome to PCW Newscaster. PCW’s number one internet radio show for all your PCW related information. My name is Adam Brooks, and with me always, my sidekick Joe Sears.” Adam expresses into the microphone.
"With the much anticipated Collision Course nearing, we have a lot of information to put out to you” Joe says enthusiastically.
“Yes, and we also have a guest on our show, a relatively new to PCW”, Adam conveys.
“Which was my idea to bring him here to this show”, Joe boasts.
“And on that note lets introduce to you, PCW newcomer, Rodney Phoenix”, Adam expresses with some excitement.
The man in the booth initiates “Judith” by A Perfect Circle in the soundtrack, as it starts to play over the speaks and fills the studio. The same PCW employee now expresses for me to enter. I walk through the doorway and take my seat assigned to me. The PCW employee fixes the overhead microphone closer to my face as if I needed the assistance, right.
Joe Sears gets up to shake my hand. He extends his right arm out. “Welcome to the show Rodney Phoenix!”
I overlook Joe’s act of good character. Joe feeling incredulity takes back his hand and sits back in his seat. I clear my throat.
“Welcome to the show Rodney” Adam reiterates.
Adam pauses briefly, expecting a response from me, but just look fiercely into Adam’s eyes as he sits in his chair motionless. My cold blue eyes gleam through my blue locks of hair that mask my face.
“What brought you here to the PCW, Rodney?” Joe, with the icebreaker.
“An opportunity.” I retort.
“Care to explain more on that?” Joe inquires.
“No” I reply calmly.
Adam is studying me trying to break the brick wall through my mind, then Adam suggests, “On our show it’s okay to express yourself, here is your opportunity. How do you feel so far after a few weeks of being in the PCW?”
“How do I feel?” I mimic the question. In reality I’m pissed off that my agent even talked me into coming to the PCW. With that I place my water bottle in front of me on the table and continue on, “Let’s just say I’m not happy with the way PCW has been running lately”
“Why is that?” Adam hastily responds. I can’t believe Stan thought this was a good idea. He wanted me to come here. He sold the idea to me about how this will hype my match for the upcoming Pay-Per-View. How this will make me more noticeable, and other miscellaneous reasons that was just hot air talking.
“Why do you work for the PCW?”, I strike Adam with this pondering question.
“I enjoy what I do” Joe intrudes.
“Same reason why I’m in PCW. I enjoy what I do to. My passion for wrestling is most likely far greater than anyone you can name here in the PCW.”, I begin to explain. “However the decision to keep me down in the PCW is insulting. I’m not happy that they asked me to come join the ranks of the PCW boasting how huge I could be to their roster, then turn around and say, well you need to prove yourself, so instead of headlining shows, I’m opening them.”
“So your upset that they are not exploiting your talent?”, Adam questions.
“Well, I was, although I got over it. I was upset before however I thought more clearly about it.”, I pause. “If PCW wants to go that route, fine. Book me with laughable fighters who won’t rise in the PCW. I don’t care no more. I’ll continue to do what I do best. My passion for wrestling is what drives me forward.”, I clarify.
“How could you be upset before about a title shot? I know it’s not the World Championship, but it’s the Genesis Championship, prestigious in it’s own right, what is that chopped liver to you?” Joe interjects.
“I guess I’ll waste your viewers’ time to answer that. I’m a world class athlete. I’m the best that PCW has to offer, that’s why they brought me here in the first place. You could even say they borrowed my contract from another league. Despite all that they don’t put me in the main events. So fine, I’ll become Genesis Champion and I’ll be the best Genesis Champion they will ever have. I’ll leave a legacy that can’t be touched and it will become legendary.” I make it very clear of my intentions now.
“Alright I’m going to announce one of your opponent’s name and you tell us your opinion of your overall thoughts on that person”, Joe tells me. “Mark Brown”
“The man is the PCW’s biggest crybaby. He whines too way too much. So what if The Byrd cost you the Tag Team Championship. Heed your own advice Mark, don’t dwell on the past. You want to hate everyone, cry and rant that the world despises you, fine, you do that. You said you can’t be tamed, that your unbeatable, however you ARE beatable... I’m the proof.” I make it clear to everyone.
“Big words, big ego, a bit of cockiness, I like...” Joe expresses. “The Byrd”
“He stated that we all should be honored to defeat him. Because he got a fluke win over Ace Anderson. He’s like the whore of PCW, everyone beats him up, it’s kind of sad. No, it’s pathetic really.” I affirm.
“Ok.”, Joe says. “Justin Stormm Michaels.”
“A Loser. Enough said. And at Collision Course I’ll show him. He’s a loser and it will never change despite leaving and coming back to receive an unjustified championship opportunity.”, I declare.
The man in the booth decides it’s time to change the topic. He presses his buttons from his booth to blare a sound effect of a toilet flushing which disrupts all of us. But on cue Adam and Joe explain to the fans that the next segment is a game that interacts with the fans who call in the show.
“Now it’s time to play the Will it flush game. This is where we put items in a toilet, then flush the toilet, and you tell us if it will flush completely or if the items will resurface.” Adam reveals.
“If you get it right two out of three times, you win front row tickets to the Collision Course Pay-Per-View!”, Joe announces.
Great and I have to take part in this. Stan I’m going to kill you. With that Joe walks with his headset on to the restroom that happens to be right inside the studio. Joe has various items next to him in a bag, yet I can’t make out what’s inside of the bag.
“Jason your on the air” Adam makes it known.
In a exceedingly excited voice, “What’s up Adam, I love your show”, Jason couldn’t wait to say that.
“That’s great man, thanks for calling. You know the rules of the game. Joe what items do you have for Jason?” Adam asks.
“Well Jason”, Joe begins as he sticks his hand inside the large bag. Then he takes out a ball. “I have a small rubber ball which you’ll find in a lot quarter machines. Yes or no, do you think it will flush completely down in the toilet?”
“Um, a small rubber ball huh?”, Jason thinks out loud. “I say no.”
“Interesting. Rodney what do you think?” Adam asks me.
“I really don’t care” I say bluntly.
But then the sound of a toilet flushing is heard. Now the small rubber ball appears to go completely down, however it resurfaces and Joe announces in excitement.
“The ball did not go completely down, Jason my friend you are one for one.” Joe says with enthusiasm.
“Hell yes” Jason yells. He’s real anxious to win.
“Your one correct answer away from front row tickets man, here’s the next one”, Adam explains. “Will M&M’s flush completely down?”
Someone shoot me please. This is infuriating.
“I don’t know they’re really small. I say yes” Jason says in eagerness. “Please flush M&M’s, please!”
For a second time the sound of a toilet flushing is heard. And after a few moments Joe gives the results.
“You win man, all the M&M’s flushed down, good job man, have fun at Collision Course, and stay on the line for more on your prize details” Joe says with pleasure. Thank God it’s over.
“Awesome, you guys are the best, PCW rules!!”, Jason’s overjoyed.
Now I’m questioning as why I’m still sitting here if my interview segment is completed. Then I find out that I must interact with the callers as it’s part of this show. The guest has to interact in specific games. I thought it was over. But then another game gets going.
“Fans, we have more tickets to give away, we don’t want them. We know you all do so call us and win.” Adam explains.
“That’s right, and next up is a game we like to call, Guess that Age.”, Joe adds.
“The game is straightforward. We name a celebrity, you guess the age of that celebrity.” Adam explains.
“And Rodney Phoenix here will guess an age as well, whoever is the closes to the correct age wins. You must beat Rodney to win the tickets.” Joe articulates.
Now I’m thinking to myself. An opportunity to deny people a chance to go to Collision Course. Hell yes, you people don’t deserve free tickets, go pay for them.
“Hi Jessica your on the air”, Adam acknowledges her.
“Hi Adam”, Jessica says.
“What I don’t get a Hi?” Joe pretending to feel depressed.
“Hi Joe”, Jessica adds.
“That’s better.”, Joe feels better I guess.
“So Jessica, your 21, you ready to beat Rodney Phoenix and go to Collision Course?”, Adam asks.
“Hell yea, you know it, bring it on...” Jessica, who’s all set to go.
“That sounds like fighting words there Rodney”, Joe chuckles.
I don’t utter a word. I’ll wait my chance to send this girl’s hopes of winning those tickets to a crashing halt. Then I’ll be happy. And my time here wouldn’t of been totally wasted.
“How old is Mel Gibson?” Adam asks. “Jessica your up first”
“Hmm, I think... Well he’s kind of old, 45?” Jessica guesses.
Adam looks at me like if he was telling me it’s now my turn. So then I think to myself. I think Mel is older than 45 and if I’m right, I win.
“I’ll say 46”, I announce.
“So Joe how old is Mel Gibson?”, Adam asks Joe as he is looking at his computer screen in front of him.
“50” Joe states which means I win.
“Well Rodney won, sorry Jessica.” Joe says with a certain degree of sincerity. Truth is the man in the booth already hung up on her.
“Up next is Cassidy, who’s 26, and is hungry for some free front row tickets, right Cassidy?” Adam declares.
“That’s right. I just want to add that I love PCW and I love this show. Rodney you’re going down.”, Cassidy makes it very clear to all of us.
“Alright here we go. How old is, Catharine Zeta-Jones?”, Joe asks the question. “Rodney your turn to go first.” Oh great, wow, thank you.
“I’ll say 38”, I’m not sure of her age really, as I just know she’s one of my favorite actresses and she’s incredibly beautiful.
“Cassidy?” Joe inquires.
“Uh, 37?” Cassidy takes her guess.
“36, Cassidy, congratulations, and see you at Collision Course. Stay on the line for your prize details.”
“Wow Rodney, you lost.” Joe sneaks in.
“True, but in what? My talent lies in wrestling, not the ability to guess one’s age. Who cares.”, In truth, I could care less, I’m just waiting, with irritation, to conclude this show so I can ultimately leave.
“Well our power hour is almost up, Rodney would you like to add anything else?” Adam directs the question to me.
“I’ll I have to say is, Mark, Justin, and Byrd. If your listening, just understand this. At Collision Course, There Will Be No Mercy”, with that I stand up, grab my water bottle, and walk out of the studio even before they say farewell.
I cross the threshold of the PCW entrance and halt. Where do I go from here? I search with my eyes for some sort of signs to point me in a general direction, however, I don’t see any. I take notice of a massive booth in front of me with a female receptionist dressed in a black dress and wearing a headset. She looks like she’s someone important and so I decide to approach her.
“Hello there, may I help you?” The startled lady asks me.
“I’m looking for the PCW studio, with Adam and Joe.” I tell her, “What floor are they on?”
“Second floor” The lady responds with a smile, trying her best to be positive and genuinely happy.
“Good”, I don’t thank her. Instead my elbow “accidentally” knocks over a Styrofoam cup full of hot coffee. “So Sorry”. The burning liquid surges over various papers and folders which has no meaning to me. She seems distraught but I could care less as I my attention span has exceeded and I move on down the narrow hallway.
With some sort of knowledge of where I’m going I proceed. In my search down a corridor I find the stairs. Forget the elevator as I’m not lazy. However I notice a Dasani vending machine. I have a thing about bottled water, especially Dasani, so I pay the small price to acquire my bottle of water from the machine. As I stand there I unintentionally stare into the reflection off the surface of the vending machine. I swear I just saw my feathery friend fly across the room in the reflection. Yet I turn around but to no avail. I don’t see nor hear a Raven or anybody for that matter.
I journey over to the studio. Inside the studio there is numerous PCW posters of PCW athletes such of stars like Ace Anderson, Lantlas, Pegasus, The UnHoly Alliance, and PCW PPV posters such as Collision Course. There is also a huge backdrop with graffiti like letters spelling out “PCW Newscaster”. A few assortment of executive like chairs surround a table, each chair with an overhead microphone.
Adam Brooks and Joe Sears are getting prepared. I observe through a glass window just on the outside of the studio. One of the employees approaches me. A skinny Caucasian man, wearing white sneakers, blue denim pants, and a black shirt with a PCW employees badge attached to his shirt.
“You must be Rodney Phoenix,” The employee states with confidence.
“No”, I lie to him. In my mind I express amusement with that.
“Oh, sorry my mistake”, The employee seems baffled. He’s expecting me to show yet I tell him I’m not the man he is asking for. Why? I have time to kill.
“The blue hair is very distinctive. Lantlas?”, The employee is now guessing.
“Do I look like an elf? Do you see me standing here in a green robin hood outfit with pointed ears? Do I have a shield and sword proclaiming to be an Elvin warrior?”, I ask him. My face is mostly concealed by my hair so the employee is confused as if I was serious or joking around.
“Well then are you some crazed fan? Should I call security to have you removed from the premises? Unless you have business here I suggest you leave.”, employee express in a aggravated tone. Obviously he is getting annoyed by me.
“I do have business here. My agent, Stan Phifer, he’s the one that arranged for me to come here.” I tell him. Now the man has that puzzled look over his face again. Or is that his angry face I can’t tell now.
“Rodney?” The employee decides to call me like we’re on a first name basis here, what a joke. I’m not his friend nor would I desire to be.
“No.” I’ve decide he isn’t important enough to call me or even say my first name. “You said Rodney Phoenix. I said no. The proper way to address me is Mr. Phoenix. Understand? Good. Alright Frankie?” His employee’s badge shows me his name as David, but I decide to call him Frankie. “So go tell who ever is important here that Mr. Phoenix has arrived.”
“Just have a seat out here, until they introduce you on the show, then you’ll enter through that door”, David or Frankie, who’s exasperated with me, expresses to me while pointing at the door in front of me as it leads into the studio on the other side of the glass window. I just nod in agreement. I open my Dasani water bottle now as I wait impatiently.
Adam and Joe sit in their respective seats, as the radio show is about to commence. Adam sits down overlooking his paperwork out in front of him. He strokes his goatee. He is wearing a black PCW employee t-shirt and casual khaki pants. And Joe, gleaming his smile of his, excited, as the show is about to begin taking his seat. He is wearing blue denim shorts, white PCW t-shirt with a Hawaiian shirt over it, but unbuttoned.
The man in the booth adjacent to Adam and Joe plays the song “Chop Suey” by System of the Down as the show starts.
"Welcome to PCW Newscaster. PCW’s number one internet radio show for all your PCW related information. My name is Adam Brooks, and with me always, my sidekick Joe Sears.” Adam expresses into the microphone.
"With the much anticipated Collision Course nearing, we have a lot of information to put out to you” Joe says enthusiastically.
“Yes, and we also have a guest on our show, a relatively new to PCW”, Adam conveys.
“Which was my idea to bring him here to this show”, Joe boasts.
“And on that note lets introduce to you, PCW newcomer, Rodney Phoenix”, Adam expresses with some excitement.
The man in the booth initiates “Judith” by A Perfect Circle in the soundtrack, as it starts to play over the speaks and fills the studio. The same PCW employee now expresses for me to enter. I walk through the doorway and take my seat assigned to me. The PCW employee fixes the overhead microphone closer to my face as if I needed the assistance, right.
Joe Sears gets up to shake my hand. He extends his right arm out. “Welcome to the show Rodney Phoenix!”
I overlook Joe’s act of good character. Joe feeling incredulity takes back his hand and sits back in his seat. I clear my throat.
“Welcome to the show Rodney” Adam reiterates.
Adam pauses briefly, expecting a response from me, but just look fiercely into Adam’s eyes as he sits in his chair motionless. My cold blue eyes gleam through my blue locks of hair that mask my face.
“What brought you here to the PCW, Rodney?” Joe, with the icebreaker.
“An opportunity.” I retort.
“Care to explain more on that?” Joe inquires.
“No” I reply calmly.
Adam is studying me trying to break the brick wall through my mind, then Adam suggests, “On our show it’s okay to express yourself, here is your opportunity. How do you feel so far after a few weeks of being in the PCW?”
“How do I feel?” I mimic the question. In reality I’m pissed off that my agent even talked me into coming to the PCW. With that I place my water bottle in front of me on the table and continue on, “Let’s just say I’m not happy with the way PCW has been running lately”
“Why is that?” Adam hastily responds. I can’t believe Stan thought this was a good idea. He wanted me to come here. He sold the idea to me about how this will hype my match for the upcoming Pay-Per-View. How this will make me more noticeable, and other miscellaneous reasons that was just hot air talking.
“Why do you work for the PCW?”, I strike Adam with this pondering question.
“I enjoy what I do” Joe intrudes.
“Same reason why I’m in PCW. I enjoy what I do to. My passion for wrestling is most likely far greater than anyone you can name here in the PCW.”, I begin to explain. “However the decision to keep me down in the PCW is insulting. I’m not happy that they asked me to come join the ranks of the PCW boasting how huge I could be to their roster, then turn around and say, well you need to prove yourself, so instead of headlining shows, I’m opening them.”
“So your upset that they are not exploiting your talent?”, Adam questions.
“Well, I was, although I got over it. I was upset before however I thought more clearly about it.”, I pause. “If PCW wants to go that route, fine. Book me with laughable fighters who won’t rise in the PCW. I don’t care no more. I’ll continue to do what I do best. My passion for wrestling is what drives me forward.”, I clarify.
“How could you be upset before about a title shot? I know it’s not the World Championship, but it’s the Genesis Championship, prestigious in it’s own right, what is that chopped liver to you?” Joe interjects.
“I guess I’ll waste your viewers’ time to answer that. I’m a world class athlete. I’m the best that PCW has to offer, that’s why they brought me here in the first place. You could even say they borrowed my contract from another league. Despite all that they don’t put me in the main events. So fine, I’ll become Genesis Champion and I’ll be the best Genesis Champion they will ever have. I’ll leave a legacy that can’t be touched and it will become legendary.” I make it very clear of my intentions now.
“Alright I’m going to announce one of your opponent’s name and you tell us your opinion of your overall thoughts on that person”, Joe tells me. “Mark Brown”
“The man is the PCW’s biggest crybaby. He whines too way too much. So what if The Byrd cost you the Tag Team Championship. Heed your own advice Mark, don’t dwell on the past. You want to hate everyone, cry and rant that the world despises you, fine, you do that. You said you can’t be tamed, that your unbeatable, however you ARE beatable... I’m the proof.” I make it clear to everyone.
“Big words, big ego, a bit of cockiness, I like...” Joe expresses. “The Byrd”
“He stated that we all should be honored to defeat him. Because he got a fluke win over Ace Anderson. He’s like the whore of PCW, everyone beats him up, it’s kind of sad. No, it’s pathetic really.” I affirm.
“Ok.”, Joe says. “Justin Stormm Michaels.”
“A Loser. Enough said. And at Collision Course I’ll show him. He’s a loser and it will never change despite leaving and coming back to receive an unjustified championship opportunity.”, I declare.
The man in the booth decides it’s time to change the topic. He presses his buttons from his booth to blare a sound effect of a toilet flushing which disrupts all of us. But on cue Adam and Joe explain to the fans that the next segment is a game that interacts with the fans who call in the show.
“Now it’s time to play the Will it flush game. This is where we put items in a toilet, then flush the toilet, and you tell us if it will flush completely or if the items will resurface.” Adam reveals.
“If you get it right two out of three times, you win front row tickets to the Collision Course Pay-Per-View!”, Joe announces.
Great and I have to take part in this. Stan I’m going to kill you. With that Joe walks with his headset on to the restroom that happens to be right inside the studio. Joe has various items next to him in a bag, yet I can’t make out what’s inside of the bag.
“Jason your on the air” Adam makes it known.
In a exceedingly excited voice, “What’s up Adam, I love your show”, Jason couldn’t wait to say that.
“That’s great man, thanks for calling. You know the rules of the game. Joe what items do you have for Jason?” Adam asks.
“Well Jason”, Joe begins as he sticks his hand inside the large bag. Then he takes out a ball. “I have a small rubber ball which you’ll find in a lot quarter machines. Yes or no, do you think it will flush completely down in the toilet?”
“Um, a small rubber ball huh?”, Jason thinks out loud. “I say no.”
“Interesting. Rodney what do you think?” Adam asks me.
“I really don’t care” I say bluntly.
But then the sound of a toilet flushing is heard. Now the small rubber ball appears to go completely down, however it resurfaces and Joe announces in excitement.
“The ball did not go completely down, Jason my friend you are one for one.” Joe says with enthusiasm.
“Hell yes” Jason yells. He’s real anxious to win.
“Your one correct answer away from front row tickets man, here’s the next one”, Adam explains. “Will M&M’s flush completely down?”
Someone shoot me please. This is infuriating.
“I don’t know they’re really small. I say yes” Jason says in eagerness. “Please flush M&M’s, please!”
For a second time the sound of a toilet flushing is heard. And after a few moments Joe gives the results.
“You win man, all the M&M’s flushed down, good job man, have fun at Collision Course, and stay on the line for more on your prize details” Joe says with pleasure. Thank God it’s over.
“Awesome, you guys are the best, PCW rules!!”, Jason’s overjoyed.
Now I’m questioning as why I’m still sitting here if my interview segment is completed. Then I find out that I must interact with the callers as it’s part of this show. The guest has to interact in specific games. I thought it was over. But then another game gets going.
“Fans, we have more tickets to give away, we don’t want them. We know you all do so call us and win.” Adam explains.
“That’s right, and next up is a game we like to call, Guess that Age.”, Joe adds.
“The game is straightforward. We name a celebrity, you guess the age of that celebrity.” Adam explains.
“And Rodney Phoenix here will guess an age as well, whoever is the closes to the correct age wins. You must beat Rodney to win the tickets.” Joe articulates.
Now I’m thinking to myself. An opportunity to deny people a chance to go to Collision Course. Hell yes, you people don’t deserve free tickets, go pay for them.
“Hi Jessica your on the air”, Adam acknowledges her.
“Hi Adam”, Jessica says.
“What I don’t get a Hi?” Joe pretending to feel depressed.
“Hi Joe”, Jessica adds.
“That’s better.”, Joe feels better I guess.
“So Jessica, your 21, you ready to beat Rodney Phoenix and go to Collision Course?”, Adam asks.
“Hell yea, you know it, bring it on...” Jessica, who’s all set to go.
“That sounds like fighting words there Rodney”, Joe chuckles.
I don’t utter a word. I’ll wait my chance to send this girl’s hopes of winning those tickets to a crashing halt. Then I’ll be happy. And my time here wouldn’t of been totally wasted.
“How old is Mel Gibson?” Adam asks. “Jessica your up first”
“Hmm, I think... Well he’s kind of old, 45?” Jessica guesses.
Adam looks at me like if he was telling me it’s now my turn. So then I think to myself. I think Mel is older than 45 and if I’m right, I win.
“I’ll say 46”, I announce.
“So Joe how old is Mel Gibson?”, Adam asks Joe as he is looking at his computer screen in front of him.
“50” Joe states which means I win.
“Well Rodney won, sorry Jessica.” Joe says with a certain degree of sincerity. Truth is the man in the booth already hung up on her.
“Up next is Cassidy, who’s 26, and is hungry for some free front row tickets, right Cassidy?” Adam declares.
“That’s right. I just want to add that I love PCW and I love this show. Rodney you’re going down.”, Cassidy makes it very clear to all of us.
“Alright here we go. How old is, Catharine Zeta-Jones?”, Joe asks the question. “Rodney your turn to go first.” Oh great, wow, thank you.
“I’ll say 38”, I’m not sure of her age really, as I just know she’s one of my favorite actresses and she’s incredibly beautiful.
“Cassidy?” Joe inquires.
“Uh, 37?” Cassidy takes her guess.
“36, Cassidy, congratulations, and see you at Collision Course. Stay on the line for your prize details.”
“Wow Rodney, you lost.” Joe sneaks in.
“True, but in what? My talent lies in wrestling, not the ability to guess one’s age. Who cares.”, In truth, I could care less, I’m just waiting, with irritation, to conclude this show so I can ultimately leave.
“Well our power hour is almost up, Rodney would you like to add anything else?” Adam directs the question to me.
“I’ll I have to say is, Mark, Justin, and Byrd. If your listening, just understand this. At Collision Course, There Will Be No Mercy”, with that I stand up, grab my water bottle, and walk out of the studio even before they say farewell.